Soon we'll be on our way. The car will be packed full of little girls, mashed potatoes, and pies. Family awaits and the house is full to the brim with cousins, laughter and catching up, baby coos, suitcases and heavenly scents from the kitchen with promise of the feast to come.
I smile and partake in the deep gratitude bringing heart swells and tears.
We are grateful.
Sophie turns 4 in a few days and last week we celebrated her.
Little One, you are a blessing and a heritage. A gift that has forever changed our family.
Thankful for heaven's dreams for family. For the inner workings of parents reaching deep into grace, because without it we remain in brokenness.
For the desperation to grab a hold of garments of praise because there we know His goodness and forgiveness. In this place of mercy and endless joy.
All little ones are.
Hands immersed in dirt and paint, and deep inside a romance brews. A steadfast pursuit so lovely and sacred, set apart. A Father's delight and tender workmanship.
They are world changers.
They are precious in His sight.
They are called His Beloved.
We are thankful.